As the sun sank low, the rails lit up like fire, stretching into the horizon. For me, it echoed years spent chasing sunsets from the highway — a lifetime measured in miles and fading light. Now, standing here with camera in hand, the tracks remind me that every road, every journey, leads to new horizons waiting to be seen.
As the sun sank low, the rails lit up like fire, stretching into the horizon. For me, it echoed years spent chasing sunsets from the highway — a lifetime measured in miles and fading light. Now, standing here with camera in hand, the tracks remind me that every road, every journey, leads to new horizons waiting to be seen.